Blue skies...shining on me...

Yeah, that was an awesome song from Patch Adams. Some days you just feel lucky. I know some would say I'm a pretty lucky guy anyway, but today I notice that I've been pretty lucky, just small things. Like winning tickets to go see West Side Story next Tuesday...it's like they new it was my birthday or something. They were giving away a hundred tickets or so within the company, and I was on the list. Then disaster struck. My winamp player went down...no music at work. :( I was sad but oddly efficient after that. Then this afternoon I tried restarting my computer to get it to work and now it works even better than before. Yesterday I could only play mp3's on it and most of the music I'd brought in on my memory card was windows media (wma) but today it's all working! No idea why, it just is. See, a lucky, unexplainable-without-a-computer-degree day.

I'm also coming off an eventful weekend. Friday we just hit BP's for supper and watched Boondock Saints, took it easy because Saturday morning we jetted off to Sunshine for a weekend of skiing. They still haven't had much snow there since that 48 cm day, nothing since before last Tuesday, so it was a bit icy. No worries, we can still have fun. The terrain park was still a blast although the sun and planets weren't quite aligned like they were for our pictures last week.



I also noticed that the steep, icy, black diamond run under the Angel chair would be just perfect for belly-boarding. Or more, belly-sliding, no snowboard involved. Ben and I were the only ones with enough balls to try this. Lucas freely admitted that his balls were absent that day. Ben and I stopped at the top of the run so that the rest could get into good viewing positions at the bottom. Then we jumped on our bellies and slid...fast.



I think Ben's coat was designed for fun like this as he was cruising at a much higher speed than me. I made the mistake of trying to stop myself with my board instead of just coming to a slow stop. You easly underestimate speed on your stomach and I ended up doing a couple of back flips worthy of bad marks from a French judge. Near the end of the day Ben did a bad tumble down a steep mogule run twisting his ankle. Some of our group saw him from the lift, laughing at "that retard walking with both skis and both poles in his hands". They didn't laugh so much when they realized it was Ben. I still didn't get to drive his car though.

That night we had a couple of rooms at the Douglas Fir Inn in Banff. We ate at the Rose and Crown downtown and quickly made it back to our rooms for some beer and hot tub, deadly combination. Sunday was supposed to be a ski day at Lake Louise but when I woke up at 10:00 the next morning I found the everyone was still asleep in their beds. Guess it wasn't meant to be. Instead we hit the shops in Banff for a bit, had a nice soak at the hot springs, and took some nice pictures of Bow Falls.



(Bow Falls, Banff, Alberta...they're frozen!)



Um...I don't exactly know what he's doing. Is he taking a picture of his? Naw...Lucas just likes to dream that he's well hung.

I love weekends like this. Little bit of action, little bit of rest. I also love being in Banff. There's just something different about the air and sun there, you feel athletic and healthy no matter what you drank the night before. We're taking a break from snowboarding this weekend, we made it out every weekend in February. "Dying's not on the menu!" Party at my place in Nanton instead. Email me for details!



Ben like's to eat dirt...says that mudstone goes down real smooth. I guess this is to try and get the taste out of his mouth.